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May 2014
I feel your hands crush,
Warm and tightly grasped.
My flesh turned soft mush,
Time continued lapse.

My sight does not blur,
Only fade to think black.
I was never sure,
Was this an attack?

The bright, golden light,
Ushered to the gate.
I had lost the fight,
Now to except fate.

From there I fell,
To my proper hell.
Zarron Cascade
Written by
Zarron Cascade  New Ulm MN
(New Ulm MN)   
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